Oh, Hooray, It's 4° Outside.

     Hooray indeed: it was 2° when I woke up.  (And for those of you in the scientific countries, my handy F to C fonverter says it's -16.7°.  Now that's kind oc fold!  --Just a minute, did that thing stick again?  FONVERTER OCF.  Whew!)

     This kind of weather makes my joints ache and every once-nearly-frotbitten extremity throb.  My right knee, broken, tacked back together with screws and a fish plate and irreversible damage to the cartilage, starts to ack as if it won't bear weight.  It actually will but it hurts like the dickens.  --I haven't much room to complain.  Tamara's travails in this level of cold are nearly indescribable.

     I'm told this chill, like all weather, will pass.  Looking forward to it.